Um, yeah. I don't really know where the idea for this story came from. First I dreamed it, then I started writing it, then I started writing Magnetism, then I decided to make this a fanfic. I hope you like it. Mostly I think I decided to make this into a fanfic because I'm sick and bored. I'm gonna do 3-4 chapters, and if you think it sucks, I'll stop writing the story. Yeah, in my dream I was Bella, accept My name was Cody. (Don't ask) And also, there was a kid in my dream, who goes to my school who was telling my not to blame him for the explosives. (again don't ask). The story doesn't really connect to twilight, accept Bella, Jasper, Alice, and Edward are on it. Maybe Jake, and/or Mike. I have to say, and excuse my language, but Bella is kind of a bad-ass in this story. In twilight she's very dependent on men. (No offense) This chappy is dedicated to i-choose-team-swizerland (Sorry incognetio burito) for being my first reviewer for this story.

Chapter 1

My father was a brilliant man.

He was a caring, loving man, a great inventor, and he was the only thing that kept me going some days. I think my mother hates me, but that's fine because I hate her.

In my town, my father was practically the mayor, but he would never run for office because he thinks the government system is cracked.
The mayor hated my father I don't believe my mother loved him at all.

I think she married him for his money.

My mother of course never admits that, why, she even managed a tear at his funeral.
Imagine the effort.

Ever since my father died, my Aunt and Uncle came to live with me and my mother.

They don't believe that I can ever amount to anything, and neither does my mother.

My father believed in me.

My father loved me, and spent time with me, but my mother avoids my whenever she can.

My name is Isabella, but my father and my friends called my Bella.

I'm not sure whether or not I have friends anymore. I haven't seen anyone in weeks, not even any of the teens' gangs. The only people I've seen since my father died are my Aunt, Uncle, Mother, and Mayor Whippleshine. I see them as little as I can.

They act like vultures. Trying to pick my life clean. They took my father, they took my happiness, and they took anything that gave my life meaning. You see, my father didn't die of natural causes, he died when an invention of his went screwy. I'm not going to go into more detail other than the fact that he had been acting oddly for a couple of weeks before then. Almost as if he knew what was going to happen. He took me all around town showing me historical places and telling me about what happened there. First he took me to see the City on Stilts. The City on Stilts is this round room on curved stilts, it practically looks like a bamboo shoot. ( A/N: If you know what the space needle is, the city on stilts is like a mini of that. accept wooden.) It isn't used for much now accept for the annual town picnic. Father told me that it was originally supposed to be used for a town hall, or city counsel room, or something like that, but since it has no walls, the counsel found out that winters are cold here. After that father took me to the old mansion. Some old widow who lived there who apparently started up the majority of this town's government, and started up our library by donating her personal library. The library is one of my favorite places. I can go there and be alone. No mom, Aunt or Uncle. Just peaceful.

Lately I've been thinking that there might have been some foul play around my father's death. Too many people profited from it. My mother got all his money and property, and therefore her sister and brother-in-law did too, the mayor no longer has to face possibly losing his job to my father. Oh, and Mr. Hunts is getting all the business for inventing that my father had previously. If I ever met someone like my father, I might marry him. I can see how my mother would come to marry me father, just not how she could do it without loving him. Stupid old coot. I decided that I would investigate. That's how I got back in the picture.